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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
[b]BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Bastille yawned as he leaned back, having been dumped here by a nice npc after asking after Atbash. He supposed he could have just waited around on the border for her to arrive and deal with him, but what was the point in arguing with the insistent guy? He didn't care where he waited, frankly, so this was fine by him. He rarely was in their ally's camp, anyway. His pale blue stare flickered around slowly, curiously, though he noted that even here, the visions of his past lives were superimposed on top of the present. Figured.
[B]ASTRAL SERAPH — THE ASCENDANTS — [color=#e2e2e2]TAGS — [color=#e2e2e2]MOODBOARD — [color=#e2e2e2]PLAYLIST
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]